Taking care of three requests at once <3 Here is a long, one-shot taking place after Season 2 Episode 5. Juggie fights for Betty like he SHOULD HAVE from the beginning.
“Is it true?“ he asks her, solemnly. She sucks in a sharp breath and looks away. She rummages through her supplies for a bandage for the scrape above his eyebrow. She can’t bring herself to answer him. He’ll know she’s lying. “All that stuff that Archie said? You don’t… you want me, anymore?”
“Jug…” she sighs, torn between wanting to tell him the truth and wanting to keep him safe. “I just… I need some space to figure things out right now.”
She’s lying. He knows her. She still won’t look at him. He’s about to call her out when her cracked phone begins to ring a few feet away. She up and dives for it, silencing it as quickly as she can without even looking at who is calling her.
She already knows who it is.
Jughead eyes her carefully, skeptically. He slowly rises to his elbows, ignoring Betty’s protests for him to lay back. She begins to clean the cut above his eyebrow.
“So, that’s it then?” he sniffs, shaking his head with teary eyes. “You’re not going to tell me the truth?” Her hand drops from his forehead with the bloodied cotton ball and she just stares blankly back at him.
“Are you?” she wonders, simply. His mouth drops to reply, but she’s right. They’ve both been hiding things. She shrugs, shaking her head mournfully, “You’re a Serpent now? And you didn’t even tell me?” He sits up more, his eyes as wide as he can make them, despite the swelling.
“You said you would support me, whatever I had to explore, Betty-”
“Yes, I did. And I do,” she replies quickly. “And if you were being honest with me, then I really could support you. But you’re lying Juggie-” He groans, rolling over and pulling himself up from the floor. “Jug, stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.” But he doesn’t care. He can’t just sit here and listen to this, he has too much adrenaline pumping through his veins. He turns to her.
“Okay so that whole stunt you pulled, sending Archie to break it off with me, what? That was all real? You’re really going to end things this way-?”
Her phone rings again and Betty wants to scream. She shuts it off this time.
She gets up, beginning to usher him toward her window. “It’s no one. You have to go-” He stops her and she’s unable to get him to move. He plants his feet. He’s not going anywhere.
“What are you hiding, Betty? Because you can’t leave me for being dishonest when you are keeping things from me, too-”
“Juggie, please. Please just stop-”
“Does this have to do with the Black Hood? Did he… did he threaten you?” She hides her face in her hands to hide the fact that she’s unravelling. “God, just tell me Betty!”
“I swear it will all make sense soon but yo- you have to go. And not out the front. Back out the windo-”
“No!” He finally yells. He takes her by the shoulders and shakes her lightly. “Betty, tell me! I deserve to know why-”
She clenches her jaw and her fists, frustratedly. She almost tells him, but she is too scared to take the risk. Her eyes narrow.
“See?” she says coldly, brushing past him. She leans on her vanity, looking at him only through the mirror because she can’t say it to his face. “This is why I sent Archie. I knew you wouldn’t let this go.” Her own words hurt her. She sent Archie so she wouldn’t have to see the pain in his eyes when she rejected him. It was bad enough hurting Veronica to cut off her friendship, this was pure agony.
“No,“ he shakes his head at her defiantly. “No, I don’t believe that. I don’t accept that.”
“Well, I’m sorry. But it’s the truth, Jughead.” Her breaths are ragged, her heart is breaking all over again. “Everything Archie said. All of it.”
“No, you sent Archie because you know I can see through you. I know you, Betty!” He saunters up behind her, staring at her eyes through the mirror. His gaze seems to permeate down to her soul. He gently rests his hands on her shoulders from behind her, his voice low and circling her ear.
“You love me, Betty Cooper. I saw you two days ago. We sat in a booth - out booth - talked about running away together, remember?” She shakes her head, the tears freely falling now. She doesn’t want to remember. She doesn’t want to remember his hands or his lips or his heart. “Betty please. It’s me. You can tell me anything.”
“You don’t understand,“ she cries, turning to face him finally. She’s frenzied now. Terrified. “It’s not safe for you here. It’s not safe for you to be around me. H-he said he’d cut you out of my life. His way-”
“I don’t care!” he shouts at her. They stare at one another in awed silence for a moment. He reaches up to his face to wipe away the tears that have somehow managed to escape. “I don’t care, Betty. I would rather take on some masked psychopath for the rest of my life than go one day without having you. You are mine.”
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